The vines knew my sorrow
Flesh parts, a rhythm broke, a cord struck.
What once knew blood and beating flesh
Grows accustomed to the hardened stone,
of wars won, battles waged, blood bled.
A pearl. A shroud of starlit clouds covered my mind,
But I knew the vow I swore, the oath I took.
The spirit heaved, and my tongue broke its cage,
And I had never known what the dark really looked like.
A voice whispered in my mind,
A voice who would never know hoarse,
A knowledge I had failed to know,
Dignity cannot be stolen, it must be given freely.
Whiskey never tasted so sweet as that night
When your banner fell, and my white flag
Burnt black.
